Don't Fret About Me

Don't Fret About Me.     By Phill Williams 17/04/09

As I wander through this empty place.
See ghosts of memories, remember the face.
Deep emotions deeper dread.
Angry words best left unsaid.
To a smirk-filled face so shallow, self-effacing.
Who knows so much better, due to higher education.
What is your game?  are we just pawns?
In this mind game ladder climb... we'll soon be gone.
I remember the joys, I remember the laughs.
And sadness too, when my parents passed.
The fights, the games the arguments.
The faces passed and present tense.
My future ruled by a Dutchman s pen.
My house still mine for now...till when?
My dedication was a gift for free.
For you, old Dutchman, rich men's greed?

I feel the tears burn my eyes.
For this was once my working life.
Now you've robbed me of my self-respect.
Already this place has fallen to neglect.
So celebrate you Dutchman, drink deep in salute.
For the hardship you've brought, and the fools you recruit.
Forget about me , and my workmates and more.
Our families, our communities, our town and our woe.
For tomorrow you'll earn another million or three.
While I struggle for pennies, don't fret about me.